Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (12 page)

See, she mused. The time wasn’t entirely wasted.

“I love having a man lick my clit, suck and pinch my folds, and eat me like they won’t be served dinner tomorrow or even next week. That’s what I enjoy,” she crooned, dipping her fingers inside her lips.

Kemper stepped forward. He knelt to the floor. Using his elbows, he spread her, eyeing her pussy like he was thinking about assaulting her now that he understood a missed opportunity was comparable to sacrificing adequate nutrition, sex food for the soul.

“And what else do you like?” he asked, dragging his tongue up and down her inner thigh.

A whip of electricity sent her staggering as he twirled his tongue higher, kissed a path up her leg, and charged her pussy like a man who knew precisely where to find the most intimate, finest wine.

“A lover who can use his hand,” she replied. “I like to feel my man’s fingers gliding inside my cunt while he’s eating me out. You know what I’m talking about.”

Kemper dragged her to him, pulling her legs over his shoulders. Then, he dropped his chin to her mound and studied her. “Let’s see if I can get this right. What’d ya say?”

“Yes, Sir, please,” she rasped, biting down on her forefinger. He shoved three fingers inside her, and rather than smoldering her desire, he fed her a generous shot as he snaked a trio of digits higher, swirling them back and forth until she trembled violently.

“There?” he asked, working his hand against her cunt, whispering across her tender folds, and flicking the hard bud with the tip of his tongue.

“It’s about a three or four on a scale of one to ten,” she said, already breathless. She gave Kit a quick glance and noticed he looked quite amused. Three or four, hell!

She felt like he was taking her on a trip around the world, like the long-awaited vacation of a lifetime was set to begin and only pleasurable because he was her tour guide, the man who’d take her on the ride of her life.

Kemper was helping her act out her defiance. He was the rebel with a cause, and she’d benefit from his actions all because she challenged and dared him, hit a nerve guaranteed to send shards of pleasure straight through her body.

Oh sure, she wanted to show them what she liked. Then again, they already knew. This little fiasco was for a greater purpose. She needed to come, and so far, they’d supplied the tools to provoke pleasure but hadn’t used what they had to bring about her complete satisfaction.

She planned to change that unfortunate problem, starting now.

Her thighs parted. Kemper’s twitching fingers slid higher. He wiggled them inside her cunt, churning the digits around and around. At the same time, he used his pinky and raked the tip around her puckered hole, her rectum practically burning for penetration.

“Perfect,” she whispered, bumping against his chin a couple of times before reminding herself to stay calm. If he thought she was ready to ride out an orgasm in the middle of Kit’s questioning, he might not permit her to take the climax she barely held at bay.

“And what did you say about a man getting his mouth in there?”

“A woman wants a fellow who can deliver oral sex like he’d fuck her. She wants him to be enthusiastic about it. She wants him to eat her up like her friends have probably told her he might—see, women always lie about that.

“When their girlfriends ask if a guy is good in bed, they’ll say yeah or no but if someone asks about oral, they’ll say, oh God yeah, he goes at me like I’m his personal helping of sweet vanilla pudding.

“Most of the time it isn’t true. It’s rare when a woman is lucky enough to find a man who likes eating pussy as much as he likes to fuck. When she finds him, very often, he owns her. He grabs her from the first moment he dips his head between her legs and she’s his until the day he either stops giving her head or she finds someone better at the licking game.”

“That’s an interesting theory,” Kit said, clearly hard.

“You must’ve enjoyed it,” she said tilting her chin toward his groin. “You’ve got an erection.”

He stuffed his hand down his pants and situated the problem. Good God, she was envious of that man’s hand. She’d like to be pulling at his cock, pressing her thumb across the slit, and pumping him until his cum slid over her fingers, his release filled her palm.

“Fact is, only one man has done that for me,” she said, studying Kit while understanding Kemper would see that as a challenge.

Kit’s shoulders went back, and he chuckled. “Don’t listen to her, Kemper. She’s playing you.”

Kemper bit at her clit then, holding the bud under fire. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the little button, nipping at the point over and over again, sucking and tantalizing until she could’ve come on contact if he’d only penetrated her at the same time.

His fingers went to work as well. He grabbed hold of her breast and pinched her nipple. She shoved his hand aside and guided him lower, willing him to open her lips and expose her.

Kemper’s tongue found its place, and she resisted forcing a faster pace, awaiting the perfect opportunity to ride out her long-awaited orgasm. Afraid to compliment him, too frightened to moan, she gripped the leather pad, her nails biting into the thickness.

Her juices pooled at her folds, and Kemper learned from her coaching—not that he needed all areas of his pussy-eating skills perfected. He dipped his tongue lower, and his nose tipped her clit as his mouth consumed her opening. His full lips completely consumed hers.

That’s when she completely lost her will to restrain herself. Holly knew from past experiences—sometimes a woman just had to get off while the getting was good.

And she’d be damned if she’d lose a good thing coming.

* * * *

Her juices were hotter than lava. Kemper licked her pussy until he fully absorbed the intoxicating fragrance of her building desire.

Kit would throw a memorable fit since she hadn’t ask for permission to come, but after she issued a challenge, acting as if he didn’t please her when he stretched out between her legs, he was determined to prove her wrong.

It was a man thing.

Now the pleasure enjoyed was a woman thing.

Holly jackknifed. She grabbed hold of his head and rode his mouth, practically forcing him to stay between her legs as she used his ears to guide him. He’d never felt anything like it as she yanked him away from her body, stared longingly into his eyes, and then slammed against him again, forcing his lips against hers.

He buried his mouth inside her, shifting his head from side to side as he ate her pussy, licked up her sweet taste. And she abused the ever-loving hell out of his face.

Her body bumped against him. She positioned her palm next to her hip and threw herself into a rolling maneuver, rocking back and forth as she held his chin against her body and just took whatever she wanted.

“God almighty!” Kit yelled in the background, probably as turned on as he was considering this was an unstoppable act no one had the power to pause.

Fuck! He’d pay a whole lot of money to ram his cock inside her right then. His dick pulsed with torturous longing that started at his balls and worked its way up the entire shaft, cresting at the tip.

A bubble of his desire would soon imprint his pants. He was hard, erect as hell, and wet. He’d have blue balls to consider if he didn’t lock his cock inside her.

She threw her arms overhead and pumped her hips. “Good Lord, don’t stop. Get in there and eat me, lover. Use those lips. Let me feel that tongue.”

He slapped her bare pussy, and her hips gyrated. Her mound knocked against his chin. And her body undulated in a way he’d never witnessed.

Shit. Kit could raise all the hell he wanted. Kemper wasn’t about to strip her moment away. He’d let her have this pleasure and take what was hers to own.

He knowingly realized that the man she spoke of earlier was by God the man he’d easily become. He plunged his tongue inside her pretty cunt and let her fuck his face as hard pounding as she might ride his cock.

“Don’t stop!” she screamed, humping his chin, pressing her palm against the top of his head again. “There. Eat my pussy, Kemper. Good God, yes! Right fucking there! Don’t stop licking me, babe.”

Oh dear God, she was using him like a man wanted to be used. He had become her personal toy, totally committed to bringing about her satisfaction.

Her cunt vibrated like a musical instrument. Her walls came tumbling down, opening and closing, quivering against his tongue as he wedged the meaty flesh inside her pussy and let her ride his mouth.

He muttered against her opening. Aware of the hand on his back, he stayed right with her, guiding her away from one orgasm while urging her forward, pushing her straight into another. And her body went for it, slamming right into the next climax as if the second were more powerful than the first.

“Kemper!” she screamed, her body writhing, her legs trembling. Her sweet taste drifted over his tongue, oozed down his throat, and filled his senses. She was the most incredible woman he’d ever enjoyed in his life, and yet he knew as soon as he pushed her over the edge, it might be a long time coming before he lapped at her again like this.

“Stop,” Kit said firmly, applying pressure to his shoulder. “Damn it, stop!” he said, literally pulling him off her.

“Fuck!” Kemper complained. He ran his tongue over his lips and backed away from the bench. He looked down at stretched denim and cursed under his breath. He was as hard as steel. “If you had any sense whatsoever, you’d get down there and get busy, too.”

“Her training!” Kit snapped, probably aware of the fact Holly meant to entice the Doms away from their crops and leather. “She shatters your control!”

“He’s right,” Holly said, not at all ashamed. “I did.”

Kemper winked and smacked his lips. “I didn’t mind.”

“I never thought you did for a second. Sometimes a man just has to do what a woman entices him to do,” Holly said proudly, rolling her nipple between forefinger and thumb.

Her hair fanned around her face, and her legs shook with a slight tremor. She looked positively sated, and Kit looked positively pissed.

As the taste of her settled in his senses, Kemper reluctantly left her in Kit’s care. Besides, he wanted to grab a handle on his problem. Yeah, buddy. He needed to take hold of himself with a good, tight grip.

Since he couldn’t encourage Kit to move things along, he’d rush in the bathroom, think of Holly, and pull for his release. If he didn’t find relief soon, he’d mount Holly like she was a high-strung mare and ride for a sudden finish bound to break Kit’s heart.

Kit, after all, possessed other goals. And who was Kemper to throw a wrench in what Kit had in store? They’d discussed training Holly for submission. Kemper’s heart just wasn’t in it. When he was with Holly, his control was shot to hell.

Then again, considering how ripe Holly was for loving, Kit’s plans were tremendously flawed. Maybe they needed to consider another form of training or, at least, shorter sessions.

He left the main area and made his way to the bathroom. He slammed the door and pressed his head against the wall. Once there, he unzipped his cock and tugged out his length.

Hell and damnation, this was crazy. He stroked. He pressed his thumb to his slit and dragged the pad over the end, imagining Holly’s tongue dragging back and forth. He looked down at the empty ground and thought of her on bended knees, those eyelashes fluttering over hooded eyes.

Good Lord, this submission thing would be the death of him. Then again, he thought as he pulled harder and with more determination, his arousal burning his balls, he wasn’t entirely under her spell, not as Kit would likely accuse.

Oh no, when he’d been situated between her legs, he’d helped her manage her climax. He’d driven her to the brink a few times before he actually allowed her to take the orgasm she’d desperately worked to achieve.

He maintained control. He hadn’t looked at it as such when he was lapping at her clit, suckling her folds, but he had controlled her orgasms. He made sure she didn’t just take one. She rode out multiples worth remembering.

Kemper grinned as his sac began to sway harder against the back of his hand. Good Lord, Holly was one hell of a woman. He pumped his cock, jamming his fingers with his length as he wrapped his size tighter.

He took a deep breath, catching a hint of her womanly scent on his upper lip. He couldn’t wait to have her pussy smacking against his face again. He couldn’t wait to enjoy her the way he most wanted—reckless and wild, untamed and free.

He clutched his cock harder and gritted his teeth. Shit! This was a waste of time. He knew what he needed. His own hand wasn’t doing the trick. And a woman was waiting on the other side of this wall.

To hell with what Kit held in store. Kemper had ideas of his own.

Chapter Eleven

Kit felt like a ticking time bomb ready to implode. He wasn’t about to explode inside the little wench. She’d like that too much, and he wasn’t about to let her win.

Well, at least not yet.

His lips and nose twitched as he resisted the unfathomable urge to go to her. After watching how much she enjoyed Kemper’s oral affections, he’d ached for her. He’d wanted his cock pounding inside her.